A few minutes till midnight.  ~  Fauna’s outfit!



“Careful, Mysti,” Fauna giggled, gently pulling her friend forward with a glance over her shoulder at Lou to make sure she had her back. “There’s only about a thousand more steps.”

It was a bit of an exaggeration, but the climb to the Astronomy Tower always took forever, and with a blindfolded Mysti in tow, they were moving even more slowly. Still, this was part of the surprise. Fauna couldn’t wait to see the look on her friend’s face when she discovered what they’d prepared for her.

Okay, so she was breaking the rules again. Minor rules, in her opinion. There was the matter of curfew, and the matter that they were all supposed to sleep in their dorms instead of the astronomy tower. But how else was Fauna supposed to help plan Mysti’s birthday party if some of her pals couldn’t hang out with them in the Hufflepuff common room? A forbidden sleepover was completely necessary. Of course it was.

They reached the top of the steps with only a few stumbles and Fauna breathed a sigh of relief, tugging on Mysti’s hand and pushing on the door, which opened with a groan.

She and her fellow rebels had picked this tower because of the tall, gothic windows, which gave a clear view of the night sky. It was a bit too cold to camp out on the parapet roof where observation classes were held, but they could at least spend some time out there later and cast a few warming charms.  The inside part of the tower had been transformed into a Moroccan tent, complete with pillows, pouffes, and blankets on the floor, as well as lanterns hanging from the ceiling and colorful drapery covering the walls. A few very low tables held snacks and other goodies, and two mirrors were propped up on the castle walls in case they felt the urge to do makeovers. Fauna hoped not, unless it was like the dress up game they'd played in the Room of Requirement last year.

It had taken the girls a few hours to set up and they’d had many close calls with professors and prefects on the prowl, but it was worth it. Fauna untied Mysti’s blindfold and turned her around so she could see the room.

“Tada!” she announced, giving Mysti’s shoulders a friendly squeeze and then glancing back at her friends with a grin.

Lou gave Fauna the thumbs up, a silent don’t worry, I’ve got your back-- or, er, Mysti’s. “Right, just a thousand. A hop, a skip, and you’re practically there,” she teased, grinning ear to ear at the Blake girl’s encouragement. “Piece of cake.”

Under her free arm was a bowl of popcorn-and-trail-mix. She nudged it in the direction of Grace, who was trotting up the stairs beside her-- well, after having been dragged (lured?) out of the Common Room with promises of Very Important Business (“Oh, and don’t forget your pajamas!”).

The slumber party that awaited them at the top of the tower was well worth the climb. And while Fauna had been the fantastic party planner, and Mysti a guest of honor, Lou had fallen naturally into the role of professional promoter. Word might have gotten around a bit more than the Hufflepuff knew. Bless her. But it was all for their own good-- parties were more fun with more people! And Lou had been discreet. She’d spent more time coding the viral message than she had doing any of her Charms assignments. The jinx on the invite insured that only those in possession of a female nether region would be able to read the essential Who What When Where.

They reached the top and Lou dodged inside, falling with a muffled thump onto a luxurious mound of pillows. “Let’s toast to Mysti,” she said, setting aside the bowl of popcorn (the contents of which had spilled a bit in the wave created by the purposeful fall). “But-- don’t eat up everything, girls, we have more food on the way. And a few more people...” Innocence drenched her throat to such an extent that it was obvious trouble would ensue. But fun trouble!

Bouncing up, Lou grabbed a butterbeer from the adorable refreshments table, and danced across the pillows toward the other three. She popped it open and took a swig before levitating it aside, like a jester’s juggling trick. Out of nowhere, she came fighting, swinging a ghostly sheet at the trio, and tackling them in the linen web. “Partyyyy!” Her voice echoed. She found herself peering through a strand of Fauna’s hair. It was sort of like a kaleidoscope, with the domed tent ceilings and all. “And if Grace doesn’t lose a few points tonight, I’m disowning her as my roommate.”

A hand emerging from the pile of limbs, sheets, and pillows, Emmylou pointed her wand in the direction of the Wireless. She'd placed it carefully under the table, when Fauna hadn't been watching, and had also put a soundproof charm on the tower. The music came on full blast, the newest Three Owl Standard single spilling from invisible speakers.

Grace quirked a smile as she followed along behind the other 7th year girls who were leading Mystique up to the Astronomy tower. Even with all of her protesting about the need to study and wanting to maintain a good prefect-ly image, Grace had really needed very little convincing to come along. She was reminded of all the times before she had become a prefect that she had managed to sneak out of the Gryffindor dorms and get into plenty of mischief with Bethan and Emmy and others in her house. And they had managed to do so without getting into any trouble.

Of course, times had changed significantly since that time with plenty of responsibility on her shoulders, but Grace admittedly liked to feel the little rush of excitement that came from breaking rules. Besides, she was ahead in all of her work as it was (compliments of her free mornings with no classes) and she could afford to take a break. Truly. She needed to maintain her sanity.

Thank Merlin for people like Em and Beth, she thought. Actually, thank Merlin for anyone less anal than I am! Which was pretty much most of the student population at Hogwart's...

Grace willingly accepted the bowl of popcorn from her dormmate and her fingers snaked into it to steal a few of the fluffy kernals and popped them into her mouth.

Already she was happy to have agreed to share in the excitement and she happily collapsed onto a pillow, eyes beaming at the others. "So who else is all coming?"

When Lou bellowed something about her losing points, Grace picked up a nearby pillow and hurled it in her friend's direction with near perfect aim, taking advantage of her obscured vision and beaming her in the side of the head. "I resent that! I knew how to have fun....once," she responded indignantly. "And....well....I'm fully capable of being a ruffian now...." With a smirk, she added, "Maybe....

Thankfully Dahlia had made sure she had all of her homework finished before she had headed down for the Halloween Ball the night before which left her with a full Saturday with nothing to do. The unfortunate part was that most of her free Saturday was spent at the end of her sister's four poster bed trying to get her out of it. She had no idea what had actually happened since she had shown up at the dance after her sister had already stormed out but it was enough to cause the older girl to lay in bed in her pajamas well into the afternoon. She couldn't remember ever seeing her sister like that before and wasn't all that surprised when she discovered it had something to do with a boy or several boys she wasn't able to translate all that well with Ayla's face shoved into a pillow.

She spent as much time as she could consoling Ayla but she needed to eat and really needed fresh air. Luckily her time out of the Hufflepuff quarters gave her enough time to find out about the sleepover a bunch of the older girls had arranged for that night. She then spent the rest of the sunlight hours convincing Ayla that it would do her good.

She dragged her older sister up the final steps to the tower and burst into the room flopping down on the nearest pile of cushions. She could have sworn she was the older one judging by how juvenile Ayla had been acting all day. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched it down before turning pleadingly to the seventh years already enjoying themselves, "I leave her to you guys. She's being impossible. I don't know what else to do. I figure some kind of mani pedi make over mumbo jumbo will make her normal again."

outfit | the stache is still here

Adelia had made it through the Ball, even as it seemed fights, kissing and more had occurred for the event. Most of the costume returned back to her enormous suitcase at the foot of her bed -- the only thing that still happened to remain was that mustache. She could not seem to part with it, at least for this weekend of events. A sleepover filled with all ages of lasses seemed to be a particular bit of interest for the seventh year. After all, Fauna would be there and anytime the two were around each other, Addie felt immediately better than usual. Surely the three pillows would be plently and well, the solar blanket amused her greatly.

She arrived just as it seemed the other girls were! On time and ready for a great time! A grin appeared on her face as she saw Fauna. "*I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it," she commented rather amused that she would even say something like this. "I couldn't rid myself of the mustache -- I sent a picture of it to my father, but haven't heard what he thought of it. Alfie thinks it's stupid; what do you think?" Looking aorund, the evening seemed like it would hopefully never end. Ah, the joys of youth. Her eyes continued to look about as if she thought something would occur, so she reached into her pocket and grabbed a piece of sour string. Sticking it into her mouth, she began to munch on it, causing a sour expression to appear on her face. "It's more sour than the last time," she mumbled as she returned her focus on Fauna. "Want a piece?"







* = Dali quote

Ayla had spent most of her day in bed. She didn't feel like getting out of it. It was a nice autumn day but she just couldn't care. The night before had been the complete opposite of everything she wanted it to be. She had hoped to get a few romantic dances in with Blake maybe even a stolen kiss and instead she made a complete fool out of herself in front of him. She was never going to be able to face him again. She didn't even want to get into the whole mess with Xavier and Maddie.

Although she loved Dahlia's sentiment she wished her sister would leave her alone. She was just too young to understand how much her life was over now. She was glad when she had disappeared for a few hours, Ayla was even able to get a nice cheese and fruit platter from one of the smaller house elves but her sister had returned and with renewed determination, this time tempting her with an all girls sleep over. She finally allowed Dahlia to drag her up to the tower figuring there'd be at least one girl there that would understand her predicament.

She snuggled into the stuffed badger she had brought with her and looked at her sister with reddened eyes. She had done enough crying the night before, now she was just feeling bummed out but was indeed glad to be surrounded by other girls, "Love you Dahl, but I don't think a makeover is going to fix things." She smiled to the others already there not wanting to bring down anyone Else's mood.

Collins'

Jam jams

     Piper stood in her dorm getting ready for the sleepover. It was an exciting thought to actually have conversations with some girls. She probably knew most of them but it was difficult to have conversations with people of her own gender. Oddly enough she was fine with speaking to guys because she didn't feel they were judging her as much. A guy she liked was a different story but she had avoided looking at men in that way for the most part ever since her last rejection where she got called stupid and ugly.

     She grabbed her bag containing her sketchbook and ran out the door to the Astronomy Tower. Her steps faltered as she got closer. She kept having to repeat to herself that there was no reason to be nervous. No one was going to scream at her or kick her out. That didn't really happen. Girls weren't that catty.  It was the perfect opportunity to try and not be the center of attention for once.

     Finally reaching the door she took a deep breath and opened in walking in. No one seemed to notice her presence which was much better than her mental image. In it every girl turned to her and started with shrieking laughter. Why social situation were so horrifying was beyond her. One on one conversations were where it was at. No one was trying to be cool for anyone else and they could both see who the other really was. She looked around the room and spotted candy. That was her cue to make conversation.
 
     "Hello there candy or should I say delicious sugary treat? Or perhaps fellow females." She sat down next to Fauna and Adelia. She knew them enough to know they were two friendly girls who wouldn't be outright rude to her.  "Is it alright if I sit here?" She smiled. The nervousness never showed on her face as much as it gnawed at her brain.

   

When Meg heard about the sleepover that was being planned to plan for Mystique's birthday party, she decided that she had to go. After all, she wanted to do it for her fellow fifth year, and friend. Sure, there would probably be plenty of others, however, the more the merrier always helped.

The fact that the sleepover was at night, which was bound to happen considering the fact that it was a sleepover, Meg wasn't really that concerned. Sure, getting caught after curfew would be terrible. However, she wasn't exactly opposed to having it, and she would be happy to be apart of it. Besides, even if her house's prefects caught her, she could potentially bribe them into coming anyway.

Luckily for her, Meg wasn't caught on her way up to the astronomy tower. Since it was getting colder outside, it wouldn't be too good to go outside. At least the astronomy tower was a better location that was very close to the outdoors, considering how classes were taught to look up at the stars from that very classroom.

After entering the tower, Megan smiled to the other girls that were already present in the room. "Hey everyone," she greeting those that were inside of the room. She took a seat near Fauna, and smiled to her. "Great planning," she praised.

((sleepwear))

Jammies

Maddie didn't know why she even bothered to accept the invitation to this evenings event. Not that she didn't want to go, after all Mysti was a great friend and roommate who deserved a fun birthday... which was really the reason she was even going. It was just that after the night before, Maddie had been stricken with a wave of doubt in her abilities to protect her friends. The forming bruise on her cheek was evidence of that. She hadn't allowed anyone to enchant it away or even covered it with make-up because she didn't want Tawse to think he had won. She couldn't be beaten into submission so easily. At least, that is what she wanted to convey.

In reality, she was scared. Not of Tawse alone, but of the fact that guys like him always had a posse. And if he wasn't bothered about hitting a girl, then his friends wouldn't be either. She shuddered to think of what they might have planned. She was so rash and foolhardy sometimes that she swore she should have been in Gryffindor. Why had she gotten herself into this mess? Oh yeah, Ayla. Sweet little Ayla whose hormones were in control of her brain (Maddie disregarded the fact that she wasn't much older and had no real experience there either). She needed to really have a talk with that girl. Guys like Tawse were not worth her time. They were attractive, but attractive guys who knew they were attractive were usually scum underneath. The bruise on her face was evidence of that.

Vowing to sit Ayla down for a talk once the tension between them wore off, Maddie tried to put a bit more of a spring in her step. Tonight was a night of fun and party planning! She couldn't let some jerk manhandling her ruin that. Slinging her pillow over her shoulder, Maddie skipped up the last few steps and scaled the ladder into the Astronomy room. Tossing her pillow in, Maddie pulled herself up with a grunt and smiled as brightly and widely as she could, considering the circumstances. "Hey guys!"

She took a look around the room, taking note of all those there. Some of her housemates... that off blue haired Gryffindor... The crazy Carter girl... Ayla's little sister and... Ayla. She fought the frown that threatened to grace her face. It isn't her fault, she reminded herself mentally. She wasn't mad at her, she just wasn't sure how to talk to her about what happened. Maddie hated pretending that everything was ok, since that was a major lie, but she didn't want to bring others into this mess. She would have to act like her normal self just this one time. "I hope you haven't started without me..." She grinned as she sat next to Ayla like there was nothing wrong "... I brought the nail polish... " She poured out the lumpier contents of her pillowcase on the floor. "... Look! House colors..." She grinned, proud of herself for some reason.

As Megan and Piper joined the fair sized group that was already getting comfy in the tower Ayla was starting to feel better. She gave her sister a genuine smile rubbed at her reddened eyes and grabbed a few pieces of candy. Who needed guys anyways right? All any girl needed was good girl friends and candy. Besides she was only thirteen, true she was turning fourteen in just over two weeks but that wasn't going to suddenly make her better or stronger or smarter. She made a mental vow to swear off guys, or at least guys like Xavier. Guys like Blake, she didn't think she could ever get rid of she just hoped he didn't hate her.

An even wider smile spread across her lips when Maddie came in. As ashamed as she had felt the night before she was glad her friend had come. Maddie was her idol and probably the coolest girl she knew, just being around her always made her feel better. She hated herself for making Maddie so angry the night before and desperately wanted to apologize. She hadn't even gotten the chance to explain to Maddie what had actually happened, that she had gone to the kitchens for a snack and Xavier had come in and out of no where had just started kissing her, she didn't ask for it but it wasn't like he forced himself on her or anything. Then things got all screwy and weird when his best mate came in and he acted like nothing had happened. She didn't even think she had even told Fauna what had happened when the older Hufflepuff made sure Xavier and Callum weren't bullying her.

Every thought was wiped from Ayla's brain when she saw the large bruise that covered most of Maddie's cheek. It was obvious she had been hit and Ayla couldn't understand why she hadn't gotten Tulojow to heal it for her. Having run out before the shit hit the fan and after spending the vast majority of her day in her own bed Ayla had no idea what had happened at the dance after she left.

"Oh my god! Maddie are you okay? What happened?" Whatever tension had been lingering between the two girls was instantly shattered by the intensity of the younger Hufflepuff's concern for her friend.

Demetri's sleepwear!

Squealing voices could be heard all around Demetri. Teenage girls speaking about some party... Did he miss a party? What was happening? Where was he? With an over-exaggerated stretch and yawn, Professor Woolfolk was awake. Monstrous grumbles ensued. He had been sleeping under a bunch of pillows that he found when he stumbled into his room and collapsed into a drunken heap. Of course, he was only wearing his little sister's pants at the time. Lordy knows how he got them. He felt around for his black shirt and then his bottle of whiskey. Oh, what a night.

Demetri picked himself up, grumbling curse words and inaudible slurs. Again, he yawned and tripped around a bit before stepping onto solid ground. Demetrius pulled only one of his arms through on of his shirt's sleeves before opening his whiskey bottle once more. Might as well treat himself for getting up... Did he even have a bed? Green writing covered his arms and torso. They said things like "Graham wuz hur" and "True Gangstuhlooooo". Demetri was just so drunk he didn't notice. He took a chug of his drink, completely unaware of his surroundings... Until...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Demetri looked around, his eyes growing wide, "W- where am I?" He turned to see a bunch of giggly school girls. What the heck was going on? "Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming about underage girls? I'm not a pedophile, am I?" He stumbled around, his shirt flapping about. Demetri shook his head, "N- No... I must of- err... I must be dreaming about class... Right?" He held his sleeved arm in the air and began to recite some jibberish he thought sounded pretty cool before letting his arm fall again.

He was so suave.

Demetrius opened his mouth to say something, but instead he spotted a bowl of chips and began to drag his feet towards it. He did a very awkward dance (His face blank and all) before chowing down and turning to the students. "Is there any chocolate-covered... I can go get some c- chocolate-covered." He smiled stupidly, not realizing he didn't belong there.

Graham's Jams

Every so often, Graham found himself tripping into the cellars for a weekend bender.  Sometimes he pretended he was classy and stuck only to wine.  Other nights, he made the house elves rummage through students' chests for bottles of illegal liquor.  The closer they came to Christmas, the antsier the students were, particularly after the Halloween Ball.  Antsier students meant more alcohol required for Graham to get through the remaining school days.

It wasn't often that he found other travelers on this particular journey, but every once in a while the Astronomy Professor and himself would clink a few glasses together.  It was such a night as this that they imbibed a bit too much together, alcohol making anyone's company welcome and Demetrius' even more so due to his chaotic personality.  Four bottles, one longlonglonglong staircase and a green sharpie later, the two found themselves in the Astronomy Tower.  Despite his intimate knowledge of the greenhouses, tripping through greenery was a hard lesson learned that drunk Graham knew better than to repeat.  The tower was safer, not to mention it meant prolonging the evening.  Demetrius passed out first, leaving Graham winner and holder of a green marker. 

He giggled girlishly, not sure of what one did.  Friendly get togethers were mysteriously absent from his childhood, but tonight it seemed appropriate to be rather childish.  Although he would never admit it to anyone, for a moment he felt like Devlin Matthews, just without the women.  Gangstas was hard to spell while intoxicated.  Nor was he able to draw a good replica of the male anatomy.  He giggled again before drawing four squiggles hanging down from the horizontal appendage, and then what he saw as a horses' head on top.  Haha, see what Bane thought of that. 

The pen began to fall slowly from his hand as Graham's eyes felt heavier and heavier.  He clutched the bottle of vodka, hand on the cap to take one last drink as he rested his head on the bed.  Rhythmic snores soon followed as the two men were fast asleep.

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There was giggling.  Feminine giggling.  Bright lights flooded his eyes and Graham immediately recoiled into his blanket.  Except the fabric was different.  He opened his eyes again, surprised by the different color of the sheets.  Where was he? Why was there giggling? If there were women, why were they not in bed with him? Was he at Quincy's? He flinched, immediately thinking of her husband as well.  If Eddie were to catch him, Graham was screwed. 

He moved slowly, gathering the brown bath robe up from the floor.  The voices were familiar, and as his foot kicked against a glass bottle Graham remembered the previous events. His eyes were still blurry, but Demetrius should be able to help him get back to the greenhouses.

Then again, there was still a little more booze left in the bottle.  He took another swig, sighing at the sour taste in his mouth.  He pulled on the robe, glad he was at least wearing clothing still.  Graham left the room slowly, zombie-like as he realized there were a lot more pillows in the Astronomy Tower than he remembered.  Or maybe he was still dreaming, and had finally found his harem.  In that case, Quincy should make an appearance soon, and Graham took another swig in anticipation.  "Dem..." he started, quickly locating the man among the young, faceless women.  "Chips, yessss," Graham mumbled, collapsing onto a pillow.  He plunged his hand into the bowl, bringing the crispy deliciousness up to his mouth for a big bite.  Graham chewed, swallowed hard, and took another sip from the bottle. "Ma, I mh-am so dwunk."

It was like one giant party: the weekend before Halloween, the holiday and dance, and now the Sleepover. Emmylou saw no end in sight, and she was perfectly content with that little gem of a fact.

Atop the pile of girls, pillows, and caloric confectioneries, Emmy shrugged, feigning innocence. Only, it was really sort of authentic. She didn’t, technically, know who would show up. She’d simply left the invites around anonymously, hoping they’d be picked up by the wind. Girls were powerful in their ability to spread news. The few people she had told were the ones she liked. And she was sure she needn’t mention them, as their arrival would be no surprise to Grace.

The pillow came flying in her direction, its killer culprit most unexpected. Lou caught it and went down in a blaze of melodrama, clutching it to her like a bleeding wound. “Right, right,” she  murmured into the thick downy material of the pillow. “‘Course you do. I know revising my resume--” She said, pausing to slam the pillow into the ground and sit up, her hair in a right mess. “Gives me tingles of excitement.”

In the bad way.

More girls filtered in, and Emmy grinned at all of them: those cute little Collins sisters from Hufflepuff, the ever-animated Addie, Piper in her glory of colors, champion of causes Maddie Pratt, and the wasted Professors Woolfolk and Bombay.

Wait. What.

Brows knitting, mouth opening, limbs freezing in place, Emmylou looked the picture of punked. This was a joke, right? She didn’t remember handing out invites to loopy academics, whose idea of fun wasn’t a date with a pretty, single colleague, but hanging with a bottle of Ogden’s and a half dozen rows of freshly-plowed pumpkin while gazing at The Little Dipper. My, my, don’t out-do yourselves, Party Animals.

For a moment, Lou had that choking, sinking, gross cat hairball feeling that those points were going to be robbed of Grace even before her roommate could properly earn the demerit.

But, it seemed, neither man had any more an idea of what was going on than did Lou’s own grandmother (bless her soul).

They’d broken into the Merlin Juice.

Rushing to indulge the munchies of men who could easily have her bum expelled, Lou bombarded them with the requisite chocolaty, salty, crunchy snacks-- every slumber-partying teenage girl and tipsy, sad little dork of a full-grown bloke in his mum’s basement’s dream meal. And, with luck, no one’s Last Supper.

“So, my good comrades, after tonight’s delectable hors d’oeuvre, we’ll be going to the private dining room to enjoy the main course,” she explained, assuming the role of hostess. In somewhat of a struggle, she managed to pull Professor Woolfolk to his feet, beckoning Fauna to help her with Bombay. Leading the pair to the supply cupboard in the far corner of the tower (away from the fabulous tent party), she broke through the door with a simple thief’s charm, and lit the lamps. Candlelight flooded shelves of telescopes, textbooks, and star charts. Lou propped Professor Woolfolk in the doorway, and scrambled to set up a pair of crates. “Give me some of those pillows,” she called. “Grace! And a blanket!”

In a mere thirty seconds, a makeshift dinner table with floral-sheet-turned-fancy-dining-cloth had been set up, along with a pair of crate-and-pillow seats to prop up the two professors. Lou placed the bowl of popcorn on their cozy table, and added to the mix some chips, sweets, and biscuits. She also set down two look-warm butterbeers, and a pitcher of water of sober them. “Enjoy. We’ll be back with dessert...”

Ushering the Hufflepuff and fellow lioness out of the closet, she turned, grinned and bowed like an elf, and then closed the door, locking it with another charm and muffling both sides of the wall with a soundproofing spell.

“Right,” she said, looking at neither of her friends, but ducking back into the tent. “Carry on, then.”

((Bea, let me know if this works!))


With the Three Owl Standard song blasting and girls throwing pillows, munching on treats, and drinking butterbeer, Fauna couldn’t help but be thrilled about this entire thing. She was surrounded by her closest gal pals and they all seemed determined to forget last night’s drama and enjoy the sleepover, which was perfectly fine with her!

Fauna reached over and gave Ayla a light hug around the shoulders, smiling at Dahlia in thanks for bringing her along. She hoped tonight would cheer her up and decided to keep an eye on the third year and first year to make sure they felt included with the older girls.

She burst out laughing at Addie’s mustache and told her it looked fabulous. Fauna held up the sour string above her mouth and pretended to sport a mustache, too.

“Piper! Of course you can sit here,” she said, nibbling on the string.

When Megan arrived and complimented the decorations, Fauna thanked her and said something about it being much easier than the Halloween dance. “No collisions with the caterers this time, either,” Fauna cringed at the memory.

Fauna greeted Maddie brightly, though she couldn’t quite get over the bruise on her face. It just wasn’t right. She found it somewhat surprising that Ayla didn’t know what had happened, but she let Maddie explain it herself if she chose to.

What happened next was completely unexpected. Out from a suspicious lump of pillows popped Professor Woolfolk and Professor Bombay! The room went quiet, but the men just drunkenly stumbled towards the snacks like zombies to brains. Fauna froze, worried that they’d soon come to their senses and order the girls out of the tower. Luckily, Lou sprang to action and stuck them both in the astronomy closet.

Or, she tried to. A few moments after Fauna and Lou closed the door, it swung open to reveal the two very confused professors, crumbs on their chins and popcorn kernels on their shirts.

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, smiling. Well, they’d tried. The two professors still didn’t seem coherent enough to deduct points or do anything professor-ly, so Fauna figured she might as well drag them into the party! She just hoped they were sober enough to realize the girls were all students and not a part of their own personal harem. That could be very, very awkward. Hilarious! But awkward.

She shrugged at the girls and then pointed at the two men. “You and you. Sit,” she chuckled, gesturing towards the pillows. Shooting Maddie a mischievous look, she began perusing her nail polish collection, finally picking out one in inky black (how emo! Perfect for Graham), and one bright cotton-candy pink color (Demetri was related to Neely, after all).

Fauna sat down in front of Graham, leaving Demetri victim to available for whoever was brave enough to look at his fingernails. She took Graham’s hand and inspected his fingernails with a “tsk, tsk” and a shake of her head.

“All this dirt and grime! It’s like you spend all day digging up mandrakes,” she joked lamely, trying not to giggle too much as she opened the bottle of black nailpolish and set to work.

Within moments, he noticed someone else had began indulging in the chips and Demetri stopped eating immediately. "Who the hell?" He turned around and saw his good pal (And coworker) Graham Bombay munching away at the food. "Ham! How'd you get in my room!?" He smiled and patted his friend on the back.

"Ma, I mh-am so dwunk."

"Mmm. Mmm. I feel joo!" Demetri nodded, over dramatically. He fell down next to his friend and sighed, sipping away at his drink. Oh the joys of being old enough to drink. Demetri hiccuped and leaned back, "What 'appened, annah 'ow?" He asked, scratching his eyebrow, "I can-- Can't get mah head strahht... I men, straight. I mean, mean... Men... Mean."

“So, my good comrades, after tonight’s delectable hors d’oeuvre, we’ll be going to the private dining room to enjoy the main course,”

"Thisn't a diner... is it?" Demetri turned to his friend, a bit shocked at the sudden change in arrangements. "I thought this was a partay... I wanna partay!" He pouted. But, before he knew it, he was being dragged somewhere. In a quick matter of seconds (Which is quite surprising, since he was being lifted by a teenage girl) he was thrown into his own closet and being forced to drink water and butterbeer and CRAP that Demetri didn't want to drink. He was a big boy! He fed himself his OWN applesauce!

"Hey now! Why can we--" He grabbed onto Bombay, "Why can't WE party, too?! WE WANNA HAVE FUN TOOOOO!" Demetri began to protest, setting his liquor down. But, the girl (Whoever the hell she was) slammed the door in his face, locked it, and left them there to kill themselves with their own vomit.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! ELEVENTY THOUSAND POINTS FROM SLYTHERDOOR!! YOU EAR ME!?" Demetri exclaimed in his drunken tantrum. "Hey! Hey! Hey!~~ I think dey put uh charm on da door." He began to smile and giggle at his friend, pointing towards the door. What kind of heartless wench would lock them up like that? What did they even do? Demetri groaned and sat back into the pillows, eating at the popcorn, "Diz iz muh home. MUH HOME. And dey just lock meh in the closet!" He shook his head superfluously, "I'm never 'aving children..."

But, the door suddenly opened. Something happened to the door (Probably poor charm work) and Demetri scrambled up again, "Look, Graham Cracker! Freedom! ELEVENTY MORE POINTS FROM HUFFLECLAW!" Demetri helped Bombay off the pillows and stumbled out of the closet, popcorn and liquor in hand.

“You and you. Sit,”

Demetri raised an eyebrow, "Ay, I don't want any trouble... If Snark catches us, she'll kill us. And den I'll have to--" He hiccuped, "Den I'll have to clean up the mess." Demetri collapsed down on one of the pillows, staring around at the girls. He couldn't recognize any of them in his drunken stupor... But it was probably best that way. He turned to his friend, opening his mouth to say something, when he noticed one of the older ladies painting his nails.

"Oh my gawd..." He paused, "Can I get red? I want red. No- I don't want pink. I want red... What? Pink? Alright... Pink's fine." Demetri set the popcorn and liquor aside, spreading out his hands and toes. "I've never been invited to a girl party... Well, I guess I still haven't." Demetri gave the girls a very crooked, silly smile. How lovely it was to be a woman.